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| La Diabolique, pen and ink on paper |
This is why events unnerve me / They find it all, a different story.
~ New Order, Ceremony
The other night, a song came on and caught me completely off guard. Almost immediately, it brought back memories of my ex—someone I hadn’t thought about in years. The memory wasn’t of a particularly special night; it wasn’t an anniversary or anything. We were just slow dancing in a dark, smoky dive bar, locked in each other’s arms and staring into each other’s eyes while the rest of the room disappeared around us.
I remember how intensely attracted I was to her in that moment—the heat, the passion, the feeling of being completely consumed by someone. Hearing the song again brought all of it rushing back with startling clarity.
Despite actively trying to live more stoically and remain detached, I find myself becoming more sentimental against my own will.
Lately, even while trying to focus on my soul and my salvation, these deeply personal memories still find their way back to the surface.
Maybe becoming older doesn’t harden you. Maybe it just leaves you with more ghosts.
~ By Giovanni di Napoli, June 10th, Feast of Santa Margherita di Scozia
I remember how intensely attracted I was to her in that moment—the heat, the passion, the feeling of being completely consumed by someone. Hearing the song again brought all of it rushing back with startling clarity.
Despite actively trying to live more stoically and remain detached, I find myself becoming more sentimental against my own will.
Lately, even while trying to focus on my soul and my salvation, these deeply personal memories still find their way back to the surface.
Maybe becoming older doesn’t harden you. Maybe it just leaves you with more ghosts.
~ By Giovanni di Napoli, June 10th, Feast of Santa Margherita di Scozia
